My father, meanwhile, has taken on a new responsibility at home. Recently, I teased him that while he and I are busy speaking about women’s rights, my mother is still doing the cooking and cleaning. Now he cooks every morning. It’s the same thing every time: fried eggs. His cooking is full of love, but not so full of flavor. He has done some brave things in the past: starting a school without a coin in his pocket, standing up for women’s rights and girls’ education, and standing up to the Taliban. But now my brave, proud Pashtun father has taken on the pots and the pans!
